| Show His horse lay several yards was the huddled figure ofman down the canyon The mists closed and just beyond that in again and Andy lay back His searching fingers had foundnasty gash near his hairline which he no doubt had received when he struck the ground Blood had dried on his face After few minutes the nausea which was able to raise his head again The knees and even with his tricky vision It was had seized him passed and he soldier was trying to get to his Andy was able to recognize the man Anderson Impulsively and with no regard for his own safety Andy keptto the protection of the overhang and ranstaggering and zig-zag course co where the tottering Anderson stood Blurred and fever-filled eyes searched Andyface as they started back toward the overhang Andersonbody heavy against the smaller man They had slowly covered half the distance when the guns opened up on the sidehill the slugs spanking harmlessly into the hard earth or ricocheting off the wall of the cliff Dazedly Andy wondered why the Indians were shooting wide and high With some effort Andy pushed Anderson under the overhang and squeezed in beside him Part of his body was exposed but he didnseem to realize it Anderson made no sound and Andy reasoned that he had lost consciousness Under the hot overhang Andy soon came to realize that thirsty One glance told him that Anderson had no canteen own was under the body of the horse He lay bark and tried out The Indians could have killed both him and Anderson he was very and that his to figure it so there could be but one conclusion they were going to make him suffer for his bravery They would hold true to Indian custom and savage procedure by torturing him until he screamed for mercy He knew how they tried to prove their superiority over the white man Andyhead pained him and he pressed it hard thirst could between i1 The sojar taunting ute the words he fight his hands You want voice didn someone came record he couldn What to fight be more terrible from across on Andy the canyon swimming and brain forfull Fight How mincould him now You pretty brave slowly building Anderson was mumbling incoherently and Andy tried hard flicked his tongue out over cracking lips When darkness He could make it in the darkness No he would leave Anderson Anderson here to die of see Little Soldier They were mocking final torture death by thirst try to get away to die somemore Lisojar came the taunting voice again He than He owed the sergeant -db up to that not to listen came he would And carry Anderson nothing He would leave |
